. The Russian road to China . ow degree. Further on a dozen womenare grouped around one of their class, who is bar-gaining for a huge forequarter of beef, a full pudweight by the big lever scales that are balancing it. Dorogo! dorogol^ (Too dear, too dear!) shecries. *T will give eight kopecks a pound. The market-woman protests that she will bebeggared at less than eleven kopecks. A haU-sotnia of little Buriat Cossacks come rid-ing by, clad in their puffy leather shuhas. Yellow-topped fur caps are their only uniform garment, andacross their backs are hung the carbines. Theymake merry at the ha
. The Russian road to China . ow degree. Further on a dozen womenare grouped around one of their class, who is bar-gaining for a huge forequarter of beef, a full pudweight by the big lever scales that are balancing it. Dorogo! dorogol^ (Too dear, too dear!) shecries. *T will give eight kopecks a pound. The market-woman protests that she will bebeggared at less than eleven kopecks. A haU-sotnia of little Buriat Cossacks come rid-ing by, clad in their puffy leather shuhas. Yellow-topped fur caps are their only uniform garment, andacross their backs are hung the carbines. Theymake merry at the haggling women. Two swing offtheir shaggy ponies, and begin in turn to bargainin broken Russian for some paper-wrapped sweet-meats. They close the deal finally, tuck these away,toss themselves back into position, and ride along, half a dozen men cluster around afur-cap seller. He is a merry fellow, and there ismuch noise and banter and gossiping. Such is thebazaar, the Forum of old Rome set down in a Siber-ian H C4 << aH IN IRKUTSK 91 A short further stroll, and the party is at yourother objective, the Bank. You take leave of therest and enter. At the door, a grandly uniformedporter helps you off with the outer husk of furs,and motions you into the outer office, with its half-dozen clerks bending over sloping desks. One ofthese takes your card, and returning leads the wayto a capacious sitting-room, with armchairs scat-tered here and there, pictures on the wall, maga-zines of many nations on the centre table. TheAmerican typewriter, which alone betrays that thisis an office, is on a little table at one side. A tallmilitary-looking man, gray-mustached and gravein manner, is seated beside the window reading somedocuments. He rises as you enter, and greets you,and for some minutes the conversation in French isupon general themes. Presently you go down into aside pocket and get out letters of introduction. Oneis from the Petersburg headquarters. He looks atth
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